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Tian Shen was your average unordinary guy—living a monotonous life. One day, fate (or rather, Truck-kun) decided to grant his wish… by sending him flying into another world at 120 km/h.

When he woke up again, he found himself in the body of an outer disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. His talent? Nonexistent. His reputation? Of a molester’s. Just when he thought he was doomed to be cannon fodder, a golden screen appeared before him.

『Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Attribute System.』

『Congrats host, you killed 5th stage of body refining realm cultivator and gained Qi points ×30.』

『Congrats host, you killed 1th stage of Qi refining realm cultivator and gained Luck points ×80.』

『Absorbed white Attribute orb, gained 1-star sword.』

『Absorbed golden Attribute orb, gained divine Artifact.』

Tian Shen: “…Huh?”

Armed with his new system, Tian Shen embarks on a ridiculous journey—casually strolling through battlefields to collect fallen attributes, dodging cultivation technique manuals (which drop on his head), and even trolling young masters into fighting just to farm their stats.

But as he levels up in the most absurd way possible, he soon realizes… is he cheating too much? Because now, heavenly tribulations, ancient sects, and hidden experts are all eyeing him.

Tian Shen: I am favored by the AUTHOR of this book, you lots can't even handle my shoes.

*Rumble**Crackle*

Again Tian Shen: I-i was just joking, don't take it seriously.

**BOOM**

Cultivation starts with picking up attributes

A clean, fluid motion. Quiet as breath. The blade gleamed, and for the first time in a public duel—Tian Shen stepped into the realm of Sword Intent.

Let's try it, he thought. Let's see where I stand.

Li Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're not using your spirit flame?"

Tian Shen didn't reply. His feet shifted into a forward stance, body low, blade angled slightly downward—flowing like water.

Around Tian Shen, a beastial aura emerged.

"I see. So you've stepped into the path of the sword as well."

A single clash echoed across the arena.

Sparks flew from the center of the platform.

Both reappeared, skidding away from one another.

Ch-73: Cringed Old Man